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    Ray couldn’t suppress his grin as he yelled, “Vincent, go to hell and repent for your sins!”


    Vincent could barely muster the energy to move. What little strength he had left was just enough to keep him upright. He would rather die standing than live on his knees.


    Ray’s smirk was full of scorn. “You’ve managed to survive in the gas this long. That’s impressive. However, I just realized letting you die so easily would be a waste. Here’s my offer: if you get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness, I might let you live. What do you think?”


    Ray’s demeanor was that of a conceited tyrant.


    Vincent’s fists tightened, his expression cold. “You’re just a pitiful man. Without my help, you would have died alone on that street.”


    Vincent’s trust in Ray had been based on years of what seemed like loyalty, as well as the fact that he had once saved Ray’s life. He had always prided himself on his ability to judge character, but he never expected this betrayal from someone he trusted.


    “If I could turn back time, I would have left you to die in agony and despair!”


    Vincent’s words hit a sore spot, dredging up Ray’s most painful memories, twisting his expression into one of fury. “Don’t talk down to me. I hate your arrogant face. You just got lucky being born into the Adams family. I would have done just as well, if not better, in your shoes!”


    Despite Vincent’s frailty and difficulty standing, his scornful gaze sent Ray into a frenzy. “You’re just a failure masquerading as a sess!”


    “Shut up!” Ray shouted, his rage boiling over.


    Consumed with thoughts of how to torment Vincent, Ray was unaware that the white mist around them was starting to fade.


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    Unbeknownst to him, Katelyn, the sniper, was positioned on the rooftop across the street.


    Ray’s anger obliterated his sense of reason as he lunged forward, seizing Vincent by the arm. “I’m not going to make this quick. I want you to suffer—drown in humiliation and agony.”


    Vincent staggered, struggling to stay on his feet, yet he remained silent, refusing to beg.


    Ray was a mix of insecurity and arrogance at his core. He had endured a life of struggle and torment, using a facade of strength to cover his vulnerabilities, all while craving the respect born from others’ fear to boost his fragile self-worth. Insecurity and arrogance could coexist, and Ray was the perfect example of this.


    Vincent understood this well. For Ray, evoking fear in others was his ultimate goal.


    Vincent realized that Ray might offer him a path to survival if he chose to. However, that was unlikely to happen. Ray had already ced the barrel of the gun against Vincent’s arm. “Let’s see how a great CEO has turned into nothing.”


    Ray’sugh was wicked and loud.


    Samuel tried frantically to stand, but he copsed repeatedly. With eyes red and strained, he shouted, “If you’re so brave,e at me! Leave Mr. Adams out of this!”


    “Don’t worry, your turn ising!” Ray mocked as he pulled the trigger.<fn9b4e> Latest content published on f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?</fn9b4e>


    The sound of the gunshot echoed, the bullet ripping through skin, with blood quickly spreading, clouding their sight.


    But it wasn’t Vincent who was shot in the arm. It was Ray. From her position on the rooftop, Katelyn watched as smoke curled from her rifle, swiftly loading another round.


    She had waited for the perfect moment, and now, as the mist cleared, she could see clearly.


    Katelyn experienced a surge of relief at her urate shot, grateful the mist had cleared just in time. A slight dy and Ray’s bullet might have hit Vincent’s shoulder, potentially causing damage no doctor could fully repair.


    Ray howled in pain, violently breaking free from Vincent as he desperately looked around for where the shot hade from.


    Vincent staggered back, nearly losing his bnce.


    “Who’s there? Who took the shot? Show yourself! I swear I’ll kill you!”


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